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I Don't Know, But The Body Count Is Too %^%! High

There was a terrorist attack in France today; Georgia is about to execute a decorated, mentally-ill veteran; countless children will be murdered in their mothers' wombs today. Something is clearly wrong with us, as a whole. We invent new ways to kill each other, and then we come up with clever euphemisms to hide it, like that first fig leaf.

I took my title from that guy who ran for mayor of New York. He'd answer every question with, "I don't know, but the rent is too [expletive] high!" Good for a chuckle, for sure.

Maybe one big part of the gospel is that, like these others, I am too quick to de-humanize and de-personalize the one who is not like me, who doesn't look like me, think like me, or live like me. Bodies die; souls are eternal.

We are too fond of famous people, but isn't it just technology that shows us some person's special gift, something to marvel at, and appreciate? It makes us friends with people we haven't met. If you knew Robin Williams wasn't very sure about his own inestimable worth, you'd have said something. He was just "Robin" to somebody. Everybody is just Robin to somebody. Even if they drastically fail to see that humanity in others. We all fail, at one time or another, to one degree or another.

I need to start saying, "I'm angry about that injustice" instead of calling somebody a name. That's how it starts. If someone is "scum," or "trash," or a "thug," then we are less reflective about what we owe them. I've got a cause that has become more important, or so I think.

For your consideration.

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